Written by: Admin_SheEvo
I am Faith from the west side of Nigeria, a single mom of 3, hustling to survive with my kids. Talking about their fathers, we were never married, though we lived together. The first two have the same father, while the father of the last one is different. I am a beautician, makeup artist, and business woman. I involve myself in learning with any little opportunity I have. Therefore, I also make and sell liquid soap, other cleaning products, and skincare items. I have worked hard all my life but have had nothing to show for it. The father of my second baby was helping me before his business was demolished.
The father of my first baby is a woman beater and a rapist, for reasons I have. I have been the only one taking care of my two kids, even while I was still with him. He does little work and claims he’s tired when others are still working. We both worked as bricklayers and did lots of odd jobs together. Now, I need help with accommodation when I want to relocate back to Abuja. I made a post and someone reached out to me. We discussed, and he said I should go with my kids because, at that time, my kids were with my mom. I moved to his hometown with the hope of what he promised. He promised me education for me and my kids, but upon getting here, it was a village, and I’ve been jumping from one sickness to another, the same as my kids.
I have no strength to work like before. I wake up weak and tired every day. Note that he’s married, and we are not dating. I’m not dating anyone currently. I moved from a comfortable self-contained room and parlor to a single room where I couldn’t sleep or close my eyes. He said that I should look for a shop, but I’m no longer interested. My mind has already left this place. My kids are complaining about why I took them from their grandmother. We are not eating well, and he has his own challenges. I want to go back to my family; I feel like I’m slowly dying. I need to run a series of tests. My siblings are not well, and I should be with them rather than die in another man’s land, leaving my kids for no one.
I just need help. I was like the breadwinner of my family before all this happened. I’m not doing well at all. My second baby’s father is sick and needs help, so I can’t even ask him for help right now. Hunger has been our surname.
